Novel & Cerita My Mobster Girlfriend

I thought his boyfriend belonged to mafia background only, not a college-going or a highschool student. "Are you, by any chance, Martin's boyfriend? I am sorry for being so nosy." I apologised almost immediately when his eyes snapped up to meet mine. His cheeks turned even red, blushing profusely. "He— he mentioned me?" He asked me, surprised, and I nodded my head, a broad smile lighting up my face. "Oh, he did. He was sounding very fond of you. I am Bella, by the way. Bella Murphy. It's nice to meet you." I said, pulling my hand out for a handshake, and color drained from his face.

I said. “Lie, don't want to come?” Haressa asked calmly. “She doesn't want it, and she still looks angry!” I replied. “Don't force her if he doesn't want to!” Glendy replied seriously, frowning. Until we finally got down to the lobby, and we caught up with the mafia boss, who was sitting and talking on his phone. I heard the voice on the other line, it was a woman's voice, I think it was his girlfriend. The mafia boss stood up after he spoke on the other line.

And just as she turned to leave, I held her back. “I don’t have a girlfriend, cara. She was just a plus one to the la familia get-together. She’s in the Mafia too,” I explained, hoping she’d believe me because that was the truth. There would never be another woman except her. “Then she’s the perfect fit,” she smiled sarcastically but I could still smell the jealousy. Speaking of jealousy… “Has he touched you? That guy?” I asked with a scowl, my heart racing at the thought that that scumbag might have touched what was mine.

Beau's POV I had a gentle and beautiful girlfriend. My friends envied me, and my family approved of her. I used to feel proud that she was mine. But all of that shattered in an instant because of the patient sitting in front of me. "Dr. Cantrell, your girlfriend is a murderer. She's going to kill you." "What nonsense are you talking about?" My eyes widened as I rose from the chair. I was deeply offended by what I had just heard. "If you insult my partner again, I'll have security escort you out."

I stood up from my chair, "What the fuck?" He sighed, "Calm down, Sunshine. Listen to me first." I took my seat and narrowed my eyes at him, "You have five minutes to explain." "Mob bosses are known to be possessive over their wives. They don't shy away from showing their love for them. We need to carry on this act. I need to touch you or kiss you in front of others and even in private so that no one ever gets suspicious over our acting." I gave him a blank face before opening my mouth,

The woman sat on the couch without responding, and she walked toward her. “What are you doing here ? Eva asks slowly.” “I understand you are astonished to see me here, but I need to meet you. You are Eva, my husband's girlfriend, or, as I prefer, his sex slave.” She looks surprised and angry; she doesn't have the right to say such things about her. “Excuse me.” “There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.”

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

“They’re mine. Matteo insists I’m never alone now.” Ruby let out a low whistle. “Damn. You really are in deep.” I didn’t answer. I just sipped my coffee, the bitter taste grounding me as my pulse quickened. Those men weren’t just a reminder of Matteo’s world. They were a reminder that my world was already shifting into his. Ruby leaned back in her chair, smirking over the rim of her latte. “So this is my best friend now? Mafia queen in training, glowing from good dick and planning world domination with her mobster husband. Should I start curtsying when you walk in?”

The badass bîtch young woman yelled. Valerie stared at the young woman who looked just like her age and inwardly rolled her eyes at her then slowly stood up. She was about to leave the room when the young woman began talking again. "I asked you a question oh wait" The badass lady narrowed her eyes at Valerie. "You're the newest slave if I'm not wrong. You are the one whose brother dared to steal from our capo m de la mafia (meaning mafia boss in Mexico). I guess it's a family type of thing because now you're making out with the underboss after sleeping with the mob boss" she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Leo couldn’t know what she was about to do. Moglie came into the room first. Amber wasn’t happy to see that crazy bitch again, but she faked that shit. Even gave the deranged makeup artist a kiss on both cheeks. Moglie giggled and sat in The Hatter’s lap where they French kissed and felt each other up for so long Amber was tempted to ask if they wanted some privacy. But no need, because they legit fucked each other in the company of a dying sick bastard, Amber, and another gang member standing quietly in the corner waiting in case he was called upon by his king pin.